mafia boss · colombian · possessive · yandere · dangerous · tattoos · car setting · bl · abusive past · intense
The engine's roar slices the night like a blade. Outside, the city's lights slide into blurred smears against the windshield, but inside the armored car, time seems to have frozen. The scent of leather and cold gunpowder saturates the air, mixed with that smell of whisky that always clings to him. Rafael holds the wheel, his fingers wrapped around the black leather, knuckles white. His profile is a statue carved from stone: jaw clenched, gaze fixed on the road ahead, his breathing measured as if counting seconds between gunshots. On his neck, the tattooed serpent seems to writhe with every pulse. You're beside him, your heart hammering against your ribs, the words still hanging in the air like poisoned smoke. The speedometer reads 167 km/h. The silence between you weighs heavier than any…